AUTHOR'S NOTE: To everyone that doesn't speak, or even like, French, don't worry I don't either. But as I do live in Montreal I figured that I should throw in some reality. You won't get English service everywhere you go here. If there is any long conversation in French I willput it in between these (),the English translation that is. I don't know enough French to actually write it that much. lol. And I described poutine for those that are confused.

CHAPTER 5

"So where did the guy say to go?" Dean asked, polishing off the rest of his meal.

Sam looked up from his own plate with a sick look. He had just finished his HUGE poutine and felt like his stomach would explode. It had been good though. He hadn't really known what poutine was until the waitress had their plates over. French fries covered in gravy and cheese.

"Give me a minute" Sam wheezed, clutching his chest. "Christ! I can actually feel the heart attack waiting for me to take one more bite" he said. He gave Dean a respectful look. "Man, I don't know how you do it"

"Of course you don't" Dean smirked. "Only a real man could"

Sam laughed weakly as he pulled a piece of paper out of his jeans. It was crumpled and torn but it was still legible.

"It says somewhere in…uh…Dorval" he finished triumphantly, finally deciphering his own writing. "Do you know wh…"

"Yeah" Dean interrupted, biting out his words between clenched teeth. He slammed his fist down on the table and got up. The waitress walked up quickly and Dean settled the tab and left the restaurant. Sam thanked her on his way after him.

"What's up?" he asked, sitting in the passenger seat and looking at his brother. Dean was sitting and banging his head on the steering wheel.

"I should have asked before" he groaned out, banging his head once more than stopping. "Of course its, it would almost have to be" he said, raising his head and speaking to the roof of the car.

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked pointedly.

"Justine" Dean mumbled. "The address you have is for a house on a street called Lakeshore, right?" He laughed bitterly at Sam's nod. "That's where she lives. Her and her husband"

Dean turned the key in the ignition and drove off before Sam could think of anything to say. They sat in the car silently as they drove the thirty minutes to Dorval and the one woman that Dean had ever loved.

SIDENOTE: OTHER THAN HIS MOTHER OF COURSE!

The two brothers stood in front the house waiting for the door to be answered. Sam was watching Dean carefully, but saw no emotion on his face.

Dean worked hard to keep it that way.

The house wasn't a mansion exactly, but it was impressive. It had huge pillars across the front in a colonial style and the grass was nicely manicured. The steps and porch they were standing of looked like it was made of marble and the curtains at the windows were obviously heavy and expensive.

Sam was fully expecting a butler with a British accent to open the door. That was why his mouth dropped open when a woman answered instead. At least that's what he told himself.

She was gorgeous. She had long fire red hair that fell over her shoulders in thick straight waves. Her eyes were a smoky grey, surrounded by dark, long lashes. The brows over them were a little darker then her hair, but still red, proving her to be natural. Her face was all soft angles, giving the impression that you were looking at a faerie out of some Irish folktale. Her milk-white skin was accented by the black suit that she wore. The suit was cut to fit her body perfectly. It sculpted all her…assets nicely, while still being business-like.

Sam couldn't help but notice the sadness in those amazing eyes though. And the nervousness. Her hands were in fists at her side and she was standing poker straight.

"Dean" she whispered, her eyes glued to his face. Dean's face closed and he nodded shortly.

"Mrs. Galilean" he answered curtly. The woman flinched at his tone but squared her shoulders.

"Please, call me Justine or Ms. Edmonds" she said, leading them in and to the parlour. She continued after they were seated; Dean and Sam on the couch and her on a chair. "I changed my name back a few months ago" she explained.

"Henri must have loved that" Dean said sarcastically.

"I don't know" she answered calmly. "He's been dead for almost a year now"

"What?" Dean yelped, jumping up from his seat and going over to her. He kneeled in front of Justine and took a hold of her hands. "( Are you alright? What happened? )" he continued in French.

Sam took that as a cue and left them alone. He walked out into the hallway and inspected the paintings on the wall, moving far enough away for the sound of their voices to be muted.

"( I'm fine Dean )" she said with a sad smile on her face. She turned her hands over and squeezed his, looking down into his face fondly. "( It wasn't a surprise. He was in the hospital with cancer for a month before he went )"

"( A month? Why didn't you call me? )" he asked, gently chiding her with his eyes. He stood up and, still holding her hands, led her over to the couch. They sat down next to each other.

"( Would you have come? )" she asked. She let go of his hands then, wringing hers in her lap.

"( I only play the rejected suitor part so far Justine )" Dean said with a self-disgusted smile. He pushed his hand through his hair with a sigh before turning back to her. "( I would have tried to help any way that I could )" he asserted.

"( I wish I would have called then. I could tell Henri wanted to see you as well, but he…he understood my feelings )" she said with a regretful look on her face. "( You could have been there for both of us if I hadn't been sca… )"

"( Don't beat yourself up about it. I said some pretty bad things to you before I left )" he interrupted. "( I never regretted that more than I do now )" he ended in a whisper.

"( You're here now though )" Justine said, her face brightening. "( I thought that you wouldn't come. Though your brother seemed willing enough )" she laughed lightly.

"( Honest money isn't something he sees a lot of )" Dean smiled. "( He'll be disappointed when I tell him that we won't be getting paid )"

"( Oh, no Dean. I will pay for your expenses and… )" she said with an insistent look on her face.

"( No you won't )" Dean interrupted smoothly. "( Whatever it is that you got yourself into, we'll get you out of it; free of charge )" he said. "( What is it exactly that you wanted? )" he asked, putting on his serious face.

Justine laughed. She had always thought he was funny when he tried to look like a serious government type. It was the pout his mouth got into. That and the squint. She laughed again, holding her sides.

"( That is the first time I have really laughed in months )" she said, wiping her eyes. "Thank you" she said, switching back to English.

"Don't try to change the subject" he said, speaking in English as well. "What's the problem?"

"No problem really. At least not the way you think" she answered cryptically.

Dean nodded eagerly at her to get her to continue. His heart started to beat faster. She only stalled when it was something really good. She called it suspense. He called it a pain in the ass.

"Your father phoned me" she blurted out.

Dean's eyes widened and he stood up quickly.

"Sam, you should get back in here" he called out, keeping eye contact with Justine.